"unsailed" poems - Hello Poetry

If I had the hands of the sky, the colors of Monet's secret insight, a pigment of an Ocean, unsailed, by human kind, what color would I paint you? How man days can I Starve, to stay alive, If I had a canvas, as large, as white, as the moon, how would I describe you, snow crunches, beneath my feet, I light a cigarette, breath thick, honey, molasses, dog fat, If I were to build you, could I use the tombstone of Beethoven, grandmother's woolen blanket, the missing piano key, a harp string, moth's wing, winter's bulimia, night's insomnia, a dream's last breath, novel's, Last line, Neruda's breath, Shiva's golden temple, a goddess' breast, the highway's Texan accent, a humming bird's, silent flight, the pollen of a sunflowers, the ****** user's, high, Indian's leather, a mother's palm, sad song, Michigan's final night, If I were to kiss you, how again, would you taste, too many nights, have separated my memory.

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Feb 23, 2013

Feb 23, 2013 at 3:23 AM UTC

savio

infra 6

If I had the hands of the sky, the colors of Monet's secret insight, a pigment of an Ocean, unsailed, by human kind, what color would I paint you? How man days can I Starve, to stay alive, If I had a canvas, as large, as white, as the moon, how would I describe you, snow crunches, beneath my feet, I light a cigarette, breath thick, honey, molasses, dog fat, If I were to build you, could I use the tombstone of Beethoven, grandmother's woolen blanket, the missing piano key, a harp string, moth's wing, winter's bulimia, night's insomnia, a dream's last breath, novel's, Last line, Neruda's breath, Shiva's golden temple, a goddess' breast, the highway's Texan accent, a humming bird's, silent flight, the pollen of a sunflowers, the ****** user's, high, Indian's leather, a mother's palm, sad song, Michigan's final night, If I were to kiss you, how again, would you taste, too many nights, have separated my memory.

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a poet who can't write a dog that won't bite a hill that can't climb a clock with no time an ist with no ism undead but not risen an endless schism of self sedition and indecision a two headed coin a completely missed point a light in the void a limbless joint Bo-Peep with no sheep the shallowest deep an unsailed sea of dreamless sleep

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Jan 20, 2019

Jan 20, 2019 at 4:31 PM UTC

rizmack

Self Portrait

a poet who can't write a dog that won't bite a hill that can't climb a clock with no time an ist with no ism undead but not risen an endless schism of self sedition and indecision a two headed coin a completely missed point a light in the void a limbless joint Bo-Peep with no sheep the shallowest deep an unsailed sea of dreamless sleep

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It matters not who you are where from Each entity has and is a soul things to say What it sees from where its standing Upon any given night and any given day Each soul has a voice and every poem too Is what it wishes us to experience knowing From wanting us to gather information Happiness sadness Love from winds blowing We make it harder for our souls thinking That we controll our fate destiny and way Instead of listening to our souls own voice And what it has us for us to explore any day Be it love in all forms from lust to simple care And it gets angry with us ignoring its request We often give ourselves advice its our ignorance Not having been there yet not knowing of its test Convincing ourselves we know when we do not Telling others of our own ideas how it should be Reasons why we should listen to it act upon it Have bodies minds hearts sail that unsailed sea It comes to us with a thought a wish a need And we decide oh no thats not for me and so We miss its requests for us to find out first Before speaking for it not allowing do it go Think of all many advise without knowing Of things we have never known but insist Of things situations emotions never learned Feelings we feel not me but still never kissed Saving ourselves religious fantasy from equals Listening to endless advice from pretenders Who never have been there but know it all Without lives putting lives through blenders Ignoring our own souls requests playing god Our souls get angry adding karma to awake Then us blaming others life others unknowing When its ourselves to blame our own mistake Walk those paths never walked befor then advise Know more of things we ridicule often true Know what a situation feels like first of all They might be way better than we ever knew Endless reason there are for allowing our souls To request us to do as it wants us to do Then after we experience pass its tests We might like dislike love admire of them true Many reasons are there for its voice being poetry Try to read others writes between lines that be Think deep then write of how you imagine was If not known then go sail that unknown sea https://sep.yimg.com/ay/yhst-13927681880659/bronze-the-thinker-sculpture-2.jpg terrence michael sutton copyright 2018

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Aug 6, 2018

Aug 6, 2018 at 7:03 PM UTC

terrence-michael-sutton

ENDLESS REASONS

It matters not who you are where from Each entity has and is a soul things to say What it sees from where its standing Upon any given night and any given day Each soul has a voice and every poem too Is what it wishes us to experience knowing From wanting us to gather information Happiness sadness Love from winds blowing We make it harder for our souls thinking That we controll our fate destiny and way Instead of listening to our souls own voice And what it has us for us to explore any day Be it love in all forms from lust to simple care And it gets angry with us ignoring its request We often give ourselves advice its our ignorance Not having been there yet not knowing of its test Convincing ourselves we know when we do not Telling others of our own ideas how it should be Reasons why we should listen to it act upon it Have bodies minds hearts sail that unsailed sea It comes to us with a thought a wish a need And we decide oh no thats not for me and so We miss its requests for us to find out first Before speaking for it not allowing do it go Think of all many advise without knowing Of things we have never known but insist Of things situations emotions never learned Feelings we feel not me but still never kissed Saving ourselves religious fantasy from equals Listening to endless advice from pretenders Who never have been there but know it all Without lives putting lives through blenders Ignoring our own souls requests playing god Our souls get angry adding karma to awake Then us blaming others life others unknowing When its ourselves to blame our own mistake Walk those paths never walked befor then advise Know more of things we ridicule often true Know what a situation feels like first of all They might be way better than we ever knew Endless reason there are for allowing our souls To request us to do as it wants us to do Then after we experience pass its tests We might like dislike love admire of them true Many reasons are there for its voice being poetry Try to read others writes between lines that be Think deep then write of how you imagine was If not known then go sail that unknown sea https://sep.yimg.com/ay/yhst-13927681880659/bronze-the-thinker-sculpture-2.jpg terrence michael sutton copyright 2018

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Leave no road untraveled ,no sea unsailed ,follow your heart through life and you will prevail.

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Jul 1, 2016

Jul 1, 2016 at 7:06 AM UTC

adolph-hamilton

My life quote

Leave no road untraveled ,no sea unsailed ,follow your heart through life and you will prevail.

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Beauty and truth forever embark Born of the moment together apart To mountains unclimbed and oceans unsailed Beyond the horizon — where prescience unveils (Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

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Sep 18, 2024

Sep 18, 2024 at 2:57 PM UTC

kurt-philip-behm

Over The Rainbow

Beauty and truth forever embark Born of the moment together apart To mountains unclimbed and oceans unsailed Beyond the horizon — where prescience unveils (Dreamsleep: September, 2024)

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